From The Simpsons:
Mr. Burns: Smithers, are they boo-ing me?
Smithers: Uh...no. They're saying boo-URNS, boo-URNS
Mr. Burns: (To the crowd) Excuse me, are you saying BOO or BOO-URNS?
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Hans Moleman: (to himself) I was saying "boo-urns."
I bought this shirt for H the other day. (It is a t-shirt with a speech bubble on it, and in the speech bubble it says "Boo-urns.") I decided to wait until the shirt arrived before telling H about it. But last night I thought I would give him a hint that he was going to get a present. I told him that I would have a surprise for him in a few weeks. He freaked out. He started guessing all kinds of wild things. He was getting really worked up about it. I tried to tell him that it wasn't a big thing so that he wouldn't be disappointed when it turned out to be just a t-shirt, but he kept guessing bigger and bigger surprises. And he acted like it was horrible torture to not know what the surprise was going to be. I told H that I couldn't tell him what the surprise was or it wouldn't be a surprise. His response was, "It will be a surprise when you tell me what it is!" Which is true, I suppose. So I showed him the Boo-urns shirt because there is no way I could deal with 3 or more weeks of him freaking out about the surprise. H loved the shirt, and I think it made his bad day a little bit better.
Also, H pointed out to me yesterday, "You don't cry as much as most chicks." In case you were worried after my last post. H also told me that I am "not as dumb as most chicks." Which I pointed out was not exactly a compliment. But I love him anyway because he is funny when he is trying to be a chauvinist.
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9 comments:
Chicks, eh? He's pretty enlightened. :)
One of my coworkers, who is in his 30s, as is his wife, refers to his wife as his "old lady". Maybe -H- would like to do that, too. :)
I've had the same work up with AS when I bought him, like, a pack of Ogre-Sized Peanut M&Ms. In his head, it's suddenly a plasma TV and I have to be like... "Yeah, think about presents that cost less than a dollar, honey."
Heh. I love that shirt. My little sister sent me a link to that the other day, too. The new Hammock District one is pretty funny, too (if you've seen that episode, anyway, I mean).
Not as dumb as most girls? Yep; that H is a keeper. ;-)
I HAVE THAT SHIRT!!!!! WOOO!
I felt exactly that way when I gave Birmingham a Battlestar Galactica toaster tee-shirt. I couldn't wait until Christmas.
Also, I love that episode of the Simpsons because it reminds me of when I was a kid and a huge, huge Mookie Wilson Fan (1st baseman of the NY Mets.) When he got up to bat the fans would yell "Moooooo!" but to my ears, it sounded like they were booing him. My father would have to calm me down to explain that I wasn't the only one with Mookie love, and that there at Shea I was actually in a majority.
I'm the same way about surprises. Even if I *think* I might get a surprise, I'm totally disappointed when it doesn't occur.
Like, when I was having a bad day and Roger was unavailable on the phone, I totally convinced myself that he had actually bought tickets to Punta Mita for us and couldn't answer the phone because he didn't want to ruin it by accidentally telling me.
And then, STILL TODAY, no trip to Punta Mita. Why doesn't he think like a girl? That is what I want to know.
I love that episode!! :)
"I was saying Boo-urns!" Oh, Hans Moleman. I love you so.
I, too, have the "I must tell you what present I bought for you nownownow!" syndrome. It's debilitating. I can never surprise anyone with a gift.
I'm trying to decide if I should be offended on behalf of "most chicks." Nah, I'm sure he didn't mean ME. ;)
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